A New Life

Once Jonah started using his pheromone powers during her ‘visits’ Starfire seemed to grow quite attached to him. He was not under the impression that she had any serious feelings for him other than as a low to medium level friend, but she was around often enough that they got to know each other better. She was like a puppy with a new toy. Apparently, she was an exiled space alien who spent so time as a ****, and that her sister was a bitch.

On one such visit Starfire had joined Jonah while he was in the on-suite shower. In the tight cubicle the two helped each other laver up and wash each other. Jonah paid extra attention to her breasts whose large size meant that there was a lot to wash. Starfire was even kind enough to wash Jonah’s cock with her own mouth. Sucking and tugging his dick until he came in her mouth. She looked Jonah in the eye as she swallowed without a second thought.

Continuing Jonah ploughed Starfire from behind. Sinking into her tall form he worked his way into her pussy. The stem from the shower and their heat fogged the room as Jonah pushed Starfire against the glass wall. The space was tight and so was her pussy, but they got the job done, pleasing both of them.

Afterwards, Starfire remained in the shower so that she could properly wash her large amounts of hair. Jonah had already gotten dressed and was reading the news about some important business guy called Lex Luthor when he heard a knock on the door.

Jonah opened the door to discover a superhero standing in front of him. He was an athletic man in a black and blue tight outfit which sported a large blue symbol on the front. He had floppy black hair, a disarming smile, and a fantastic smile.

“Hi, we haven’t met yet. I’m Nightwing.” he said with an outstretched hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Wing. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Jonah said jokingly, already socially disarmed.

“Well, batman told me t-”

“Jonah do you know what a ‘community bicycle’ is, I heard the huntress. Ah di-I mean Nightwing!” Starfire had entered the room while drying her hair. Fresh from her shower she was wearing a grey bathrobe which was far too small for her. The bottom barley went down to her thighs and her breasts were threatening to escape any minute.

“Kori. I didn’t know you were going to be here.” Nightwing said awkwardly. Jonah sensed history in his tone and body language.

“Yes, me and Jonah have become fast friends.” Starfire smiled innocently.

“I’m sure you have. Well, I have some busy with your new friend if you don’t mind.”

“Of course. I’ll just be in the bathroom if you need me.”

Nightwing watched her return to the bathroom with a sigh “Shall we continue.”

“Yes, please do.”

“As I was saying. I am here to finalize your onboarding process. We have jumped through the bureaucratic hoops, and we have almost finished your new identity. We just need some final personal details so that your new identity to true to the real you.”

Jonah was taken to the administrative center of the Justice League. A large open room in the watchtower with a long series of cubicles. Even superheroes need accountants and other office workers. In a private office with surprisingly comfortable office chairs, he was placed in front of a series of documents and forms.

“So, Mr. Richardson” Started a balding man in a suit who sat next to Nightwing “If you could answer these questions as truthfully as possible, we can provide you with a new accurate.”

“Ok, sure.”

“First of all are you an American citizen?”

Jonah shot Nightwing a look. He returned a knowing nod.

“I was the citizen of a United States of America.”

“Good enough for me. American soil is American soil no matter the universe. Now do you have a college education of any kind.”

Jonah scratched the back of his neck “I have an associate’s degree.”

“Previous place of employment.”

“Uh, well before the whole superhero thing I worked at Amazon.” Jonah said, receiving a blank look from the bureaucrat. “It’s a global package delivery service.”

“Ah, I understand, like LEXpress.”

“Sure.” Jonah was nervous, he knew he was kinda a screwup, but he didn’t want to admit it so openly.

“It’s fine Mr. Richardson. The Justice League has many great work placement programs thanks to corporate sponsorships with Big Belly Burger, Wayne Enterprises, Kord Industries, and Queen Industries.”

“Sounds good to me, I’ll do anything that will pay the bills really. I mean, I would love to make a difference but with my experience I know that’s a big ask.”

The bureaucrat smiled and wrote something “Where did you grow up Mr. Richardson?”

“Reno, Nevada. Not sure what it’s like in your universe but I’d prefer if I didn’t return.”

“Of course, we currently have locations in Star City on the west coast and Gotham City on the east.”

“Gotham City. That’s sounds nic-” Before Jonah could finish his sentence Nightwing was silently shaking his head. “I mean Star City would be perfect.”

Nightwing gave him a thumbs up.

The questioning went on like this for some time. Jonah answered question after question with as little detail as possible creating the most beneficial version of his life as he could.

“Ok, final question from me. What is your superhero name.” the man said, gathering his papers.

“Pardon?”

“Your alias. What are you called when you are in costume?” Nightwing explained.

“Oh yeah of course.” Jonah had thought about this beforehand and had come up with one that he thought was pretty good “Call me Porter.”

“As in teleporter?”

“No, Porter, like as in a synonym for doorman. Because I can make doors to different places.”

“Ah I see, clever.”

Pulling his papers together the bureaucrat stood up to leave “That’s all from me. I hope you enjoy your new life; the paperwork should be completed shortly.”

“Wow, that was surprisingly easy.” Jonah admitted to Nightwing, who he naturally trusted for some reason.

“We’re not done yet. There’s one more person you need to talk to.” Nightwing turned to the door “You can come in now M’gann.”

As soon as he spoke the words the door handle turned. A cute with green skin, short red hair, and freckles walked in. She looked nervous but cryptically powerful. She wore a black jumpsuit with a red X across the front, and a blue cape which flowed even in the windless room.

“Good afternoon.” She said, bowing slightly with her greeting “My name is Miss Martian.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Martian.”

She gracefully took the seat in front of Jonah “If Nightwing hasn’t informed you already I am a telepath. I am here to determine if you are who you say you are. We can never be too certain. I am informing you of this ahead of time because I respect the human desire for mental privacy.”

“Sounds good.” Jonah lied.

Internally Jonah began to panic. He was hiding a lot from the Justice League, most importantly his criminal past and the true nature of his powers. He had to figure something out quickly.

Jonah stuck his arm towards the alien for a handshake. Despite it being far past the appropriate time for shaking hands, Miss Martian accepted and grabbed his hand politely. Jonah used this opportunity to borrow her power briefly.

The power of reading minds and controlling one’s own mind did not take well. Immediately Jonah brain was filled with thoughts other than his own. He had to focus on not showing his pain externally, this was a key moment for him! He pulled himself back into his mind and focused on silencing all thoughts, including his own. All he had to do was use this new power to hide his real thoughts and project the answers he wanted to give.

After a moment of small talk Miss Martian went over most of the same questions that the bureaucrat had asked him. With a lot of focus and energy Jonah managed to make it through the whole interview without any slip ups, or at least he hoped so.

“That should be all for now. Anything else MM?” Nightwing asked once the interview was over.

“Nothing from me.” She turned to Jonah with a wide smile “Welcome to earth. I know how hard it is to be new here so if you need anything just let me know.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. Maybe we’ll go on missions together.”

“Maybe, depending on what team you’re on. But I’ll see you around.” She said, moving to leave the room.

“I’ll stay looking.”